It is deffinately the best time of day!

For D and Z.

This poem was written by my best friend in high school, MRS. ANNIE ALMADEN GICA of Las Vegas, Nevada. The poem looks at old age as something that cannot be defied. Everyone goes the way of the sunset; then the dreams die.

The setting sun marks the near-end of day – - -

A haiku about a cherry blossom.

Every time I wake up in the land of the living I am thankful.

A short poem, open to interpretation.

Mosquitoes bite use, making us squirm and itch. But how else would we enjoy the setting sun other than outside where the mosquitoes are?

Some things are best left remembered, than re-visited!

When I was a younger man, I didn’t seem to have a care in the world.